I’m 16 years old, and last year when I was walking home from school, I saw two little kids that couldn’t be older than 9 were walking home a little bit in front of me. I assumed they were brother and sister.

Anyway, me being so much bigger with longer legs, I eventually started to catch up to them, and right when I was about to turn off into my street, I noticed a car pulled up next to them and asked them to get in.

My heart stopped when I heard the older one say ‘but mister, we don’t know you’.

After that I kept walking towards them and screamed out ‘LUCY, MARK’ (because I didn’t know their actual names), and they both looked at me. I ran up and said, ‘guys don’t run off on me like that. Stay close.’

I pretended like I didn’t see the car pulled up next to them and walked with them until the car drove off. They asked me who I was but I just kept telling them to be quiet until the man goes away. When the guy left I told them not to talk to strangers and walked them home. I explained to their parents what happened and I don’t think I’ve ever seen more grateful parents.